They journeyed deeper into the Underworld, the air growing thicker and more oppressive with every step. The darkness seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, and Arin, Liana, and Jax could feel it seeping into their bones.
Finally, they reached the heart of the Underworld, a vast cavern filled with a sea of molten lava. At the center of the cavern stood a towering throne, upon which sat a figure shrouded in shadows.
"Welcome, travelers," the figure said, its voice like thunder. "I have been expecting you."
Arin, Liana, and Jax approached the throne, their eyes fixed on the figure. As they drew closer, the shadows began to clear, revealing a figure they had never seen before.
But they knew at once who it was.
"Malakai," Arin growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The sorcerer smiled, his eyes blazing with malevolent energy. "I am not Malakai," he said. "I am the true master of the Underworld. And you are my guests."
Liana's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
The figure chuckled. "I want to be free," he said. "Free to spread my darkness across the world, to consume everything in my path."
Jax's eyes sparkled with anger. "Not on our watch," he said, drawing his daggers.
The three of them charged forward, their weapons shining with light. But the figure was too powerful, and they were forced back.
"You are no match for me," the figure said, laughing. "I am the darkness, and I will consume you all."